On Twitter and friendship
We hear often that Twitter is full of awful people who like nothing better than to attack and insult. While those people undoubtedly exist, I’d like to take a moment to write about the others. The wonderful people, the true friends that I have met since joining Twitter six years ago. If you’re reading this, it’s likely you’re one of them.
I won’t name individuals for fear of forgetting someone, but know this – in 2014 Twitter has led me through back streets I didn’t know existed in search of exciting new wheelie bin numbers. Twitter joined me at YSP in happy throngs to picnic and play amongst the sculptures. Around a hundred of you threw yourselves enthusiastically into Twanta and sent Christmas gifts to strangers. Twitter responded to my woe at the fuckugly state of my feet, and desire to try painting my fingernails (inspired by @defsmith that one, I don’t mind naming her as my inspiration for that) by giving me a gift token for a posh manicure and pedicure.
Most importantly, Twitter has been an immense support through my black moods, and late night howls into the void. You have helped me immensely, talking me through all the shyte and offering immensely practical help. You kept my head above water. You know who you are, and you get a special hug.
To sum up – throughout the year, my lovelies, you have brought me joy, entertainment, thrills and laughter. You’re astonishing, and I’m honoured to know you. Every single one of you that I talk to on Twitter adds to something that is very special to me – my Twitter timeline.
So you, reading this now – thank you for being my friend.